Song of Solomon 2:14 WBT

¹²  The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

¹³  The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines [with] the tender grape give a [good] smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.

¹⁴  O my dove, [that art] in the clefts of the rock, in the secret [places] of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet [is] thy voice, and thy countenance [is] comely.

¹⁵  Take for us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes.

¹⁶  My beloved [is] mine, and I [am] his: he feedeth among the lilies.